User blog comment:Corbus/Saviors of Southsward/@comment-4423064-20140722235610/@comment-3474228-20140723001614

Zinnt's eyebrows raise curiously. He slowly gets up and stows his claymore. As he passes by the bartender's booth he flicks the otter a coin and puts his hood back up. He then walks out of the tavern and begins heading towards the center of town